Peace
THE steadfast coursing of the stars,
The waves that ripple to the shore,
The vigorous trees which year by year
Spread upwards more and more;
Women's History Month - Page 3
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Featured Shared Story
A beautiful and inspired poem about a sometimes elusive quality that we all so much need to permeate our hearts. Maybe it has something to do with understanding and being understood and...
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The Little White Hearse
Somebody's baby was buried to-day--
The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,
And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay
As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way,Featured Shared StoryJust read this poem after discovering your fantastic site, and I've not been so touched by verse for a very long time! I LOVE her poetry anyway, (I've seen it copied by others on Facebook!),...
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Mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful,Featured Shared StoryA mirror never lies. It shows what is what exactly. Just as Plath writes: "I am silver and exact". The truth of our mortality is what we keep on negating and the speaker too finds it hard to...
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The Strength Of One Woman
in Dying Poems
She played a different role in all our
lives: a mother, a sister, and a
grandmother. No matter, what the love
we have for her is one. Ask anyone,Featured Shared StoryMy older sister has always been there for me! When I needed to talk, she always had the answer. And said I Love You no matter what! No one has the answer to cancer, Why do you have to leave...
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Barter
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,Featured Shared StoryHow wonderful to stop, really see, and appreciate what nature gives us. I too love the crashing waves, the dancing flames and beautiful smells around us, we need to be mindful of every moment...
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On Aging
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.Featured Shared StoryReading this poem was very heartfelt and personal. Maya Angelou has always been my favorite author of all times, but reading this particular poem reminds me of my grandmother who I was lucky...
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The Ballad Of The Harp Weaver
"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"you've need of clothes to cover you,
and not a rag have I.Featured Shared StoryThe poem is a short, sweet, and precise journey of a great son-mother relationship. It takes one through the sacred and holy shares of time given by a mother in dedication to her child. The...
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I Am Every Woman
The Power Of A WomanA woman is beauty innate,
A symbol of power and strength.
She puts her life at stake.
She's real, she's not fake! -
Mother, A Cradle To Hold Me
It is true
I was created in you.
It is also true
That you were created for me. -
As You Go Through Life
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind
And look for the virtue behind them.Featured Shared StorySometimes life goes up and down between hills and rivers, but with even the least courage and a sign of faith in the turn we make at the sharp curve, it all levels up to positivity no matter...
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